Billionaire Book Boyfriend

Chapter 7

Emily

It’s Been a Week

I sit at my desk, my fingers gliding over the keys, pouring my heart into every word I write. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of my laptop screen. The cursor blinks as I type the opening lines of the new chapter for Flirty Dirty Secrets: Part Two. But this time, it’s not just a story. It’s my life. It’s everything I feel for Drake.

"He was more than a distraction. He was the stunningly handsome business tycoon who turned into the storm that tore through everything she thought she knew about herself, leaving her vulnerable, exposed, and desperate for more."

I pause, staring at the words. My heart races, and all I can think about is Drake. How he’s made me feel alive, yet terrified, all at once. How he’s broken down the walls I’ve spent years building. My emotions are raw, intense, and they’re bleeding into every sentence I write.

I let my fingers fly across the keyboard again, faster this time, like I’m trying to release everything that’s been building up inside me since the night my secret was exposed online for the world to see.

"He didn’t just push her boundaries; he obliterated them, forcing her to confront the truth she’d been avoiding for so long—that she was capable of love, of feeling deeply, of surrendering herself completely to someone who could shatter her in an instant."

The words feel different now, more raw, more vulnerable. The whole world knows my secret, but it’s not their judgment that stings. It’s the fear of losing the one person whose opinion actually matters. And that fear, that feeling of being laid bare for him to see, seeps into every sentence I type.

I lean back in my chair, running my hands through my hair as I exhale shakily. Am I writing about my character or myself? It doesn’t even matter anymore. The lines have blurred so badly that I can’t tell.

I think back to the moment Drake looked down at his phone screen and found out about my identity, how terrified I was of losing him right then and there. And now, here I am, alone in my apartment, unsure of where we stand. I haven’t heard from him since that night a week ago. He said he needed time. But how much longer?

I can still feel the pit in my stomach from that night. I’d been sitting at Drake’s dining room table, waiting for him to return with some kind of surprise. Everything had felt perfect until my phone buzzed with notifications from my social media and blog.

I stared at the screen, frozen. My secret, the one I’d kept hidden for years, was out. The world knew who I was. I could barely breathe as I refreshed my social media feeds, seeing comments flood in from fans and strangers alike, all reacting to the expose piece in the USA Tomorrow. Worse, I knew Drake was just seconds away from finding out.

When he came back into the room, his phone buzzed, and I saw the way his expression shifted as he glanced at the screen. The warmth, the excitement, all drained away. I’d tried to explain, but it was too late. He’d told me he needed space, and now I was left waiting, feeling more exposed than ever.

The next morning, my parents called me back-to-back, expressing their concern and shock. Then at ten, I walked into the meeting with Rachel and Linda, knowing the storm was in full swing. Rachel was already scrolling through her phone, and Linda looked up with that all-business expression she wore in a crisis.

“We need to control the narrative,” Rachel said before I’d even sat down. “The USA Tomorrow article is going viral. We need to make it look like you were planning to reveal your identity all along. This can’t look like it was a mistake.”

I took a deep breath. “How did this even get out? I thought everything was secure.”

Linda leaned forward, her tone calm but decisive. “We’ve confirmed that someone hacked into your email. We traced it back to an IP address that’s been flagged for targeting high-profile authors and public figures. They managed to dig deep enough to connect you to Eva Steele.”

I slumped in my chair, running my hands through my hair. “So, this wasn’t some random leak. Someone really went after me?”

Rachel nodded firmly. “Yes, and we’ve already reported it. The authorities are handling the investigation, but right now, the damage is done. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. The best move we have now is to control the narrative.”

Linda added, “We’re not leaving this to chance. We’re going to position this as a strategic reveal from you. Your readers will feel closer to you, and we’ll make sure the spin works in your favor.”

The weight in my chest had lifted, knowing there was a plan in place. At least, I had answers, and we were moving forward.

But that was a week ago. Now, all I could think about was Drake. How everything felt like it was unraveling. I had heard from every family member I had, close and distant. But he hadn’t called, hadn’t reached out. I was spinning, and I couldn’t stop the spiral.

A sharp knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.

My heart leaps. No one ever visits me this late. I push away from my desk and hesitate for a second before crossing the room. Slowly, I pull back the curtain and there he is.

Drake.

“I wasn’t expecting you. Hey,” I whisper as I open the door.

Drake stands in the doorway, his gaze steady but filled with an intensity I can’t quite read. “I decided to come at the last minute,” he admits, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

The air between us feels thick with unspoken tension. I search his face, trying to figure out what he’s feeling, but he’s not giving anything away.

“I re-read your book again,” Drake says, breaking the silence. His voice is low, almost like he’s lost in thought.

I blink, caught off guard. “What? You read it again?”

He nods. “I needed to understand why it had such a grip on me. Why it hit me so hard. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for him to continue.

“There’s this scene," Drake begins, his eyes locking with mine. "It’s when the main character, the guy, is standing at the edge of the pier, staring at the water, trying to figure out if he’s brave enough to dive in. He’s terrified, not of the water, but of what it represents. The unknown. Commitment. Trust.”

I remember the scene vividly. It’s one of the most emotionally charged moments in the book, one where I poured my own fears and vulnerabilities into the character.

Drake steps closer. “That’s me, Emily. I realized that’s how I’ve been living my life. Afraid to take the plunge. Afraid of what happens when I give myself over to someone completely. But reading that, it hit me hard. The character doesn’t jump because of the water. He jumps because of her. Because he knows he can’t stay on the edge forever, not if he wants to be with her.”

I swallow, my throat tight as emotion swells inside me.

“I’ve been standing on that edge for too long,” Drake continued, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I could control everything, keep things at arm’s length. But then you came along, and now I’m scared. Scared of how much I care about you. Scared of how much I don’t know about you. Scared of what happens if I let go. But that scene made me see things differently.”

Tears prick the corners of my eyes. “You don’t have to be scared, Drake. I’m scared too, but... we can figure it out together. We can start over, this time with everything out on the table.”

Drake’s jaw clenches as he steps closer, his hand brushing against my cheek. “I don’t want to stand on the edge anymore, Emily. I want to dive in. I want to dive in completely with you. I want to get to know you for everything you are… Emily Jameson, the librarian, and Eva Steele, the steamy writer.”

The vulnerability in his voice melts away the last of my doubts. I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that’s filled with every emotion I’ve felt over the past week. It’s tender and desperate all at once, a collision of fears and desires.

Drake’s arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepens, turning into something more heated, more urgent. My heart races as all the passion we’ve been holding back floods between us.

We break apart for a moment, both of us breathless, our foreheads resting against each other.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” I whisper. “Writing about you, feeling all these things and not knowing if you’d ever come back.”

Drake’s hands slide to my waist, his grip firm but gentle. “I came back because I couldn’t stay away.”

The heat between us builds again as our lips meet once more. This time, there’s no hesitation. No fear. Only raw, undeniable need.

Drake’s hands move to my hips. His moans provoke me to start walking backward, guiding him toward my bedroom. Our kisses grow more frantic as he backs me into the hallway wall, pressing himself into me. My pulse pounds in my ears, my body reacting wildly to his touch.

The rational part of me wants to stop him, to say we need more time to date, more time to really know each other. But the part of me that craves being touched by a man like the ones I craft in my stories speaks louder. That part refuses to be denied.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me touching you like this, kissing you like this,” he groans. “I will respect your wishes.”

I smirk, breathless, teasing. “I don’t think I’d ever want you to stop, so respect my wishes and touch me, kiss me more.”

He pulls back, his gaze locking with mine, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe a sign that this is real. For a moment, the air between us stills, the intensity of his stare making my heart race even faster.

His voice drops low as he leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “Good… because I want it all, the fantasy, the passion… you.”

“I want you too,” I murmur, feeling heat rush to every part of me.

He straightens, his hand firmly gripping my waist as he steps back slightly, his eyes dark with intent. “Go and lie down on your bed,” he commands, his voice steady, leaving no room for hesitation.

I obey, my pulse quickening as I walk into the dimly lit bedroom, with him close on my heels. I lie back against the cool sheets, my eyes locked on his. His gaze never leaves mine as he slowly pulls off his shirt, the fabric sliding off his toned shoulders, revealing his chiseled chest. His movements are deliberate, confident, each step he takes toward the bed filled with a magnetic intensity.

He climbs onto the bed, his body hovering above mine, eyes dark with desire. His lips find my neck, trailing down and igniting a fire within me I hadn’t anticipated. Every kiss, every brush of his hands against my skin feels intoxicating, sending shivers through me. I lose myself in the moment, surrendering to the heat between us, all my worries melting away into the night.

With each touch, my insecurities slip away, replaced by a heady rush of feeling desired. Drake’s fingers dance along my waist, pulling me closer as if he could erase all the distance that had lingered between us for so long.

“Em,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and husky. “I don’t want to rush this, but I can’t help myself.”

I meet his gaze and get caught up in his intense orbs. “Neither can I,” I confess, my voice trembling with need.

In this instant, all the walls I’ve built around my heart crumble. The longing that had simmered beneath the surface erupts, and suddenly, I’m clutching his chin, pulling him to me, writhing against him, exploring him in ways I have never explored anyone else.

His hands roam my curves, exploring the soft contours of my waist and hips, fingers trailing along my skin, sending shivers through me. The heat of his body is electrifying against mine, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, craving the contact.

“Are you sure you want this? Because I only have one more strand of self-control before I will have to have you,” Drake says, his murmur turning into a groan, teetering on a growl.

I nod, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. “I’ve never been more sure.”

“God, you’re beautiful,” Drake murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone. The sound of his voice stirs something deep within me, making my body respond in ways I didn’t expect.

With each kiss, he travels lower, his lips trailing down my neck to the delicate curve of my breast, making me arch my back in response. I gasp, feeling the heat pool in my core as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I run my hand over his smooth head, urging him on.

He's treating me like a goddess, admiring me, loving me, building me up in ways I never imagined would happen to me. Under his touch, I don't feel like a nerdy bookworm or a woman hiding behind a pen, I feel raw, exposed, and worthy of being desired.

He kisses me again, deep and passionate, like he’s trying to devour me whole. His hands move down my body, slowly teasing the hem of my shirt until he lifts it over my head and tosses it aside. The cool air hits my skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from him, making me shiver with anticipation.

Drake’s hands find the waistband of my shorts, his fingers deftly working to slide them down my legs. As he tosses them aside, he pauses for a moment, his gaze drinking in the sight of me, completely bare and vulnerable before him.

“You’re perfect,” he says, and the compliment settles over me like a warm blanket, pushing all my nerves aside.

With a swift motion, he removes his pants and boxers and positions himself between my legs, his eyes locking on mine as he leans down to kiss me again, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. A thrill runs through me as his body presses against mine, the heat radiating from him wrapping me in warmth.

Drake’s kisses trail lower, his lips brushing against my thigh, igniting my skin with every touch. I gasp as he starts to explore me, kissing and nibbling his way closer to my most intimate parts. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t help but squirm beneath him, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.

When his mouth finally finds my most intimate place, I cry out, the pleasure so intense it threatens to consume me. He works his tongue with a skill that leaves me breathless, swirling and teasing until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Drake,” I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I can feel myself nearing the edge, and all I want is to let go completely.

He seems to sense it too, the urgency building in his movements as he continues to moan and pleasure me, drawing me closer and closer. My breath comes in short gasps, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he quickens his pace, pushing me over the edge, sending me spiraling into a blissful release that leaves me breathless.

Drake doesn’t stop there. He reaches for his pants, taking a shiny package out of his pocket. After protecting us, he climbs back up my body, kissing me deeply as I come down from my high, letting me taste myself on his lips. I feel alive, every nerve ending tingling with desire, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer.

With a low growl of need, Drake shifts his weight, positioning himself at my entrance. He hesitates for a moment, searching my eyes for confirmation. I nod, my heart racing with anticipation, and he thrusts into me slowly, filling me completely.

It takes a moment for my body to accommodate his size, but when it does, the sensation is exquisite. I gasp as he buries himself deep inside me. The connection is electric, and I instinctively move my hips to meet his, urging him on. “Don’t go easy on me,” I whisper, my voice husky. “I want all of you.”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Oh, you’re getting all of me, baby. You can handle it, right?”

I bite my lip, my body already craving more. “You tell me.”

He thrusts harder, our rhythm growing more urgent, just enough pain mixed with pleasure to make me lose myself in the moment. “You feel that?” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “That’s what you do to me.”

My head tilts back, a moan escaping my lips as I dig my nails into his back. “You’re not the only one losing control.”

His eyes flash with heat, and he moves deeper, his hand gripping my hip tightly. “I’m going to take you there, Em. I’m going to make you scream my name.”

I’m loving his new nickname for me, but I don’t have time to tell him. My mouth is open, stuck on a gasp as he thrusts inside of me. With every thrust, the fire between us burns hotter, and I get lost in this wild dance of fire and desire. I feel myself climbing higher, rushing toward a release I can’t stop.

I reach for Drake, pulling him in for a kiss that sends me spiraling. “Don’t stop,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips.

He dives deeper, his movements relentless, and I swear it feels like he’s… growing inside me. That thought alone drives me over the edge. “Drake!” I scream his name, causing him to flash a wicked smile.

“What’s that, Em?” he teases, his breath hot against my ear, his thrusts still firm, still steady.

“Oh, Drake…” I moan, the sound barely escaping my lips as the pleasure builds to an unbearable height. “I’m so close. I’m about to come.”

His grip on my hips tightens as he picks up the pace, his own breath ragged. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you.”

“Drake… oh God…” I gasp, the words tumbling out as my body shakes, the release rushing over me like fire. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Hearing me call his name seems to push him over the edge. “Em, fuck… I’m coming too. Oh, I’m coming.”

Our bodies move in perfect sync, hushed moans turning into cries of ecstasy, our lips meeting in frantic, heated kisses. And then, with a powerful rush, we crash together, riding the wave of pleasure that leaves us breathless, tangled up in each other, our bodies humming with the aftershocks of our release.

Drake pulls back slightly, his breath warm against my cheek. “Will you be my book girlfriend forever?” he asks, a playful grin spreading across his face.

I giggle, a soft sound that mingles with the lingering warmth of our intimacy. “Yes, as long as you’ll be my book boyfriend.”

“Okay, my sexy little writer,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Just make sure when you write our story, you give us a happy ending.”

With a smile lighting up my eyes, I reply, “I think we should write our story together.”

“I like that,” Drake says, holding me close.

As we come down from our blissful high, our hearts race in sync. In this moment, with our bodies entwined and our souls connected, I understand that this is the beginning of something special. Something worth every page written and every page read that brought us together.

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